At 37 weeks pregnant, I was exhausted—both physically and emotionally. Every day felt like I was carrying the world on my shoulders while preparing for our baby. My husband helped here and there, but most of the responsibility fell on me.
Then his mother showed up with “a gift.” She surprised him with an all-expenses-paid trip to Europe, insisting he needed to “rest” before fatherhood. To me, she gave only a bracelet, adding smugly that it was my “job” to prepare for the baby while her son enjoyed one last adventure.
I tried to keep calm, but when I voiced my frustration, my husband’s response cut deep. “I really need a break before everything changes. Don’t be selfish. If you can’t go, at least let me take the last sip of freedom.”
Those words shattered me. I wasn’t selfish—I was about to give birth. And instead of supporting me, he was eager to escape. That night, I confronted them both. I told his mother the trip was canceled. Then I turned to my husband and said, “You need to choose. Stay here with us—or pack your bags and leave forever.”
He stayed, but not without resentment. He accused me of ruining his last chance to relax, and now our home feels colder than ever. We barely speak, and I can’t look at him the same way.
Did I do the right thing by standing my ground? Or did I push too hard and break something that can’t be fixed?
